Innocently Motivated My Nephew

Nothing physical happened between me and my nephew, but after all these years I can admit I wasn't above using my feminine attributes to get him off his lazy butt. Stevie was a good boy, but his parents didn't require anything of him. He was beyond spoiled.

My apartment complex was flooded and needed repair, so I went to stay with my older sister and her husband, parents of the aforementioned Stevie. I was 34 then, divorced, child free, and happy to be that way. I didn't want to be a burden while I was there, so I cooked some and cleaned and did what I could to help out.

I had no experience with adolescents, and it irked me that the Stevie didn't do a thing around the house. One day while I was cleaning his room, I found a notebook he wrote in, like a diary or journal. Well, nobody ever said I wasn't nosey, so I read it. He wrote about me, about how hot he thought I was. He wished I'd wear more revealing clothes. He'd got a glimpse of my flat midriff, legs and feet, and wished I'd show them off more. He'd like to see more cleavage too. I thought, well shit, that's flattering if nothing else. Actually, I was used to showing off my body, just hadn't had done so lately. Maybe if I "showed" more it might motivate him to do something around here.

That afternoon I put on a pair of very short thin Daisy Dukes, a blouse showing a lot of cleavage, no bra, and barefoot. I turned the air conditioner down (sweaty girls turned him on, at least that's what he'd written). I was alone in the house, working in the kitchen when he came home from school.

His eyes almost popped out when he saw me. There was a light sheen of sweat on my legs, and he just kept staring at them.

I brushed my arm across my brow and said, in my best whiny-bimbo voice, "Oh, the air is down and it's so hot in here, Stevie. Will you help me please?"

Stevie stuttered, "Sure, I guess, sure."

I had him put on an apron and help fix dinner. Everything I asked, he did it. He kept dropping things because he couldn't keep his eyes off me. I smiled and flirted with him without going overboard. I bent over pretending to pick something up while he was behind me so he could get a good view of my ass. I touched his shoulders or his cheek everytime we passed each other.

Then, I made sure I had cake batter all over my hands. I looked around like a confused airhead, and said, "Stevie, I'm so sweaty, would you undo the lower buttons on my blouse?"

Stevie was trembling as he undid the buttons. Then I said, "Tie it up under the girls, hon, will ya?"

He tied my blouse up under my breasts. He wanted to do more, I know, but he didn't chance it.

I hurried to wash my hands, then I dropped the bimbo act and spoke to him very seriously.

I said, "Stevie, girls don't like lazy men. If you ever want a hot girl, you've got to make yourself useful and valuable to her. You do absolutely nothing around here, and that's not gonna work when you get older."

I started to say more, but I got a call that my apartment was repaired and I could move back. My nephew changed, at least a little bit. He's successful and married to a beautiful woman now, so he must have learned something.